Tang Zhan found that he couldn't help but say a few words to Zhao Haitang: "Don't you want to ask why I know Zhao Haitang's pen name?"
"Because he is so bad at writing books. As for me, I often appear on the list of the best authors, and Zhao Haitang often appears on the list of the worst authors."
"So I'm still paying attention to him. Since he changed his pen name, I haven't seen him in the worst authors list. Driven by curiosity, I searched for his new pen name."
"Just so you know, his new pen name is Zhou Bichang."
"Actually, I also know the book Zi Qiao is reading, it's called 'Dad Throw Me Again'."
"But I haven't read the details."
"After all, my time every day is precious, and I have no interest in such negative energy works."
Zhao Haitang found that the tall image he had created collapsed instantly.
"Okay, now we know who it is." After Hu Yifei finished understanding, she made a fist with one hand and said, "Zhao Haitang, why are you writing such a novel with so much negative energy?"
Zhao Haitang still has a strong desire to survive: "This is magical realism. Negative energy is only on the surface. The underlying theme is to make readers realize the preciousness of current life through repeated abuses, and then wholeheartedly do good."
"Obviously." Chen Meijia also wanted to beat someone up: "Ziqiao only saw thousands of blows and a lot of abuse, and her whole body became anxious."
"What, Zi Qiao is actually my reader too." Zhao Haitang found that there were too many surprises.
Hu Yifei slapped the coffee table: "Ziqiao is now suffering from postpartum anxiety just because you read your book. Zhao Haitang, if you don't give me an explanation today, believe it or not, I will beat you into a scumbag."
"I don't think it's necessarily my fault." Zhao Haitang hurriedly explained: "Life is too hard. Brother Zi Qiao's anxiety may be due to the fuel, rice, oil and salt."
"Did you update today?" Zhuge Dali asked at this time.
Zhao Haitang blinked his little eyes: "It's updated, Dali, do you want to see it? If you want to see it, I will send it to you now. No, I will add an update for you."
Zhuge Dali didn't want to read such a novel with so much negative energy, but he thought of a way: "Now we are just guessing. It cannot prove that Uncle Ziqiao's anxiety is because of the novel. Let's find an opportunity to test it."
At this time, Lu Ziqiao ran out of the room with a piece of white paper: "I got inspired when I was taking care of Xiaoxiaobu, and I thought of a few names. Please give me your opinions."
After Zhao Haitang took a closer look, he saw that it was a completely blank piece of paper, and he thought: "What's the name, Lu Baiban?"
"Eh..." Lu Ziqiao looked at the paper in surprise: "It's strange, I obviously wrote it down, but I took it by mistake."
Lu Ziqiao hurried back.
Hu Yifei looked at Zhao Haitang who was blaming him fiercely: "Ziqiao's problem is getting more and more serious."
Chen Meijia was also staring at Zhao Haitang fiercely: "What should I do? Zi Qiao's memory has deteriorated now. Please help me quickly find a way to let him rest."
Curry Sauce suggested: "How about we take uncle downstairs to drink. It will be easier to fall asleep after drinking. When you fall asleep, you won't think about the child."
Chen Meijia nodded: "Good idea."
The words were not spoken yet.
"Okay, not found."
Lu Ziqiao walked back again and muttered, but was soon startled again: "Maybe I didn't write it, no, the name of the child has not been found yet, and the birth certificate has not been issued yet, what should I do?"